"I will stay," John said adamantly, "as it was I who brought
the Dark One here." John had a look on his face that made it quite obvious
that he could not be swayed in this matter. John paced up and down, trying to
form a plan, which he was not having much success with. How could one individual
plan to fight the unknown that was coming?

"You must go," Roger the White finally answered, "for the Circle
of Power will be useless without you." John turned to Roger, perplexed.
"The Circle of Power! Great wizards of the four elements. Venes the Water
Wizard of the North, Mahou Ichida the Earth Wizard of the East, Roger the White
-me!- Wind Wizard of the West and our new friend, Mwezi Wimbo, Fire Wizard of
the South." John clearly had no idea what he was talking about.

"But what of a balance? We need someone without the gift to balance the
Circle's center," countered Mwezi, seemingly unfazed that had been called,
unasked, to perform this seemingly arduous task.

"We will use Roland of Frivesland as our balance," Roger the White
answered, and noting Cor's sudden gasp, continued, "Yes, Cor. Your father."
A look of relief showed on Cor's face: his father was alive!

"I thought you hated your father," John said quietly to Cornelius.
The boy smiled and shrugged. Looking at Mwezi, John said, "I will
stay. But you must get your people from harm's way."

With that, Mwezi had decided what to tell his people. He left his tent and
proclaimed in his native tongue: "My people! The strangers will pay for
their insult to the Xyanth Cat by protecting our land. The gods have foretold
of great evil coming to this land. Tomorrow you must all take what you canand
find safety in the caves and forests." Mwezi's people looked at him with
fear and awe.

In the meantime, the party went off to explore Mwezi's land of Sior Geimhreadth.
Cor had motioned for John to follow him as they went off into the jungle. John
wasn't quite sure how safe this was, but changed his mine when he saw Cor's
undulating hindquarters. John quickly readjusted his physical reaction - how
long had it been, a week? - and followed.

The jungle was thick and dark, so John lifted Demonsdeath, which emitted
a light. After some time, they noticed a stone path leading the way. John and
Cor followed the path and heard - could it be? - water. They excitedly raced
down the path towards a pool of water with a waterfall filling it. "I'm
feeling dirty," Cor said, grinning as he pulled off his clothing, putting
on a show of delicious body for John. After derobing, Cor quickly sprinted to
the pool of water and dived in. John, grinning, peeled off his clothes and joined
Cor. "Ooh," Cor said, running his hands up John's chest, "you
have hair." John blushed at Cornelius' obvious excitement over his
moderate amount of chest hair. Cor began to feel lower. "You also have-"
Cor stopped and grinned. John smirked and wrapped his arms around Cor, kissing
his neck softly. Cor closed his eyes and gasped softly. Cor then jumped and
locked his legs around John's waist, with John's member creeping up and jabbing
between Cor's perfectly rounded, milky white cheeks. John could feel Cor's hardness
against his stomach, bobbing in the gentle undercurrent. "I feel you,"
Cor whispered, grinning.

"I know," John responded. "I feel you, too." John's hands
reached down to squeeze and spread the lovely gift, those tasty globes, that
he had been presented with. Cornelius cooed happily.

"So show me," Cor said, running his fingers down John's cheek and
over just a little bit of facial hair, "what it means to be milis súile."
John ran his hands up Cor's back and pulled him tight against his body. Cor
parted his lips as John's tongue entered Cor's starving mouth. Never before
had Cornelius known such bliss. For seventeen years he had been waiting for
this moment, and he had more coming.

John walked with Cor in tow towards the edge of the pool and lay him down on
the soft bank. Cor instinctively raised his legs for John. John grinned and
began to run over Cor's delicate testicles, tiny blonde hairs sprouting out
of them, lapping them up with his tongue. Cor gasped in pleasure as John's tongue
ran under Cor's sack and lifted it up. John lifted the head and enveloped Cor's
throbbing member, his nose nestling against the light dusting of dirty blonde
hairs growing at the base of his very neat pubic bush.

John's mouth was alternatively inhaling and releasing Cor's throbbing member.
Cor moaned loudly in pure ecstatsy. After several minutes, John decided to needed
to taste something else. John spread Cor's perfect, milky white, gorgeously
rounded and unblemished ass. Cor's hungry involuntary squeezed tight and opened
wide in anticipation. John looked up at Cor, grinned, and said, "You're
going to love this," as his tongue dived inside of Cor's hot, tight and
inviting hole. Cor screamed in pleasure, his hand moving from left to right,
grabbing into the sand by the waterfull, having never felt such pleasure. This
outburst only furthered John's oral exploration as his tongue darted deeply
into Cor's burning hot crevice. John noticed Cor began to stroke his throbbing
erection as John continued his tonguework.

John had forgotten how much he loved having a truly turned on boy with his
legs in the air. He was physically trying to pull that hot, tight hole as far
onto his tongue as possible by grabbing Cor's beautiful cheeks and pulling his
body back onto him. Cor was moaning, "Oh yes, sir, please fill me with
your tongue! Oh yes, that feels so good!" Cor was in a frenzied heat. John
reach his hands up and squeezed both of Cor's erect, pink little nipples. Cor
screamed in joy. "Sir, please put.. oh, it is wrong... I desire your hardness..
inside of me!" Cor exclaimed, almost shocked that he had said it.

John grinned and said, "My little hornball." With that, John stepped
out of the water, and gathering a bit of water from the pool, lifted Cor's legs
onto his shoulders and gently pressed his hard penis deep inside of Cor. Cor
knew all the rules: he opened up immediately, needing this with a desire he
did not know he posessed. John moaned in pleasure, his eyes shutting on impulse.

John deeply inhaled, his eyes glazing over. "It's.. it's never felt like
this. So warm and tight.. and natural. It feels as if there is no other for
me."

"I should hope not," Cor cooed, squeezing tightly on John's hardness.

Cor wrapped his legs posessively around John, pushing John's throbbing member
to this hilt of his warm, tight insides. Cor's eyes met John, begging more.
He needed this like he'd never needed anything before. Cor knew then that he
would gladly spend his whole life loving and caring for this man.

He knew that he desired to be subserviant to another, freely giving all he
had. All he asked was love in return. And to be filled. Repeatedly. With this
hard, throbbing cock thrusting inside of him and eventually filling him with
seed. He knew he needed to be taken care of, loved, directed constantly, and
filled. Oh, to be filled with John was more pleasure than he ever imagined possible.

John sighed in pure pleasure. He had forgotten the pure bliss of another, feeling
them squeeze around you. And this boy, Cor, was so hungry and willing. With
a mad lust and hunger he had long forgotten, John thrust deep into the tight,
warm anal recesses of Cor. In the madness of the moment, John lustily asked,
"You like this big, hard cock in your tight little boypussy?" John
was thrusting mildly in and out of his boy's tight hole.

Cor's eyes were out of focus as his mouth opened. He moaned loudly, causing
nearby birds to fly away in fear. "Yes, sir!" he responded, "Bury
yourself into me and fill me your hot, creamy seed!" John sped up his thrusting
in response.

"Me too," responded John, kissing Cor deeply. John's hips began to
undulate into Cor at a maddened rate. Cor broke the kiss, moaning deeply, as
his tight anal walls squeezed on John's throbbing member. Cor's hard cock, untouched,
exploded onto his chest, drenching his body all the way up to his pert nipples.
Feeling and seeing this, John jackhammered into Cor, and upon filling Cor completely
with his cock, exploded deep into his hot, tight ass.

Hours met hours of lovemaking, with many positions attempted. Upon utter exhaustion,
the boys fell into a blissful sleep. Cor's hole has been well fed with John's
cum.

Roger the White shook John and Cor to wake them. "Quite as beautiful as
I imagined," he said, smiling at the naked lads. Cor tutted in response.
"Mwezi has taken his people to safety. Are you sure you want to do this?"
Roger asked briskly. John nodded his head.

"Can't we hurry this bloody barge along?" Roland asked impatienly.
The water was getting colder and more treacherous. "I want to see my son!"

Mahou looked at Roland with compassion and pity. "I shall use my magic,
but you must never ask it of me again." Mahou sat down, pulling in the
energies from the earth. As Mahou's magic source was so far away, he strained
to pull this into him. After great effort, Mahou suddenly jumped up and exclaimed
a mad incantation, causing the sand from the ocean floor to raise up and force
the boat to zoom ahead at breakneck speed. Mahou fell onto the deck in an exhausted
heap. Roland ran over and covered him in a blanket, whispering greatful words
of thanks.

"Brutes!" Mørkt proclaimed loudly, "Now is your time.
You shall taste blood like never before. We shall destroy a continent. Fire!
Cries! Death! Live human flesh to gnash in your teeth. Just taste it,"
he continued dramatically, throwing one of the king's guards into the center
of the stinking, crowded room. The poor guard was devoured whole in moments.
Outside of the room, a bandaged ear listened at the door.

Venes the Water Wizard stared out to see. He could sense people coming. The
prophecy was coming to pass. Venes' fur coat of coyote fur gently rubbed against
his face as he sighed in worry. Venes kneeled and peered at a small pool of
water, poking it idly with his finger. "They will be here within the hour,"
he said quietly to himself. "And they have used the element of earth to
speed the journey. The timing must be urgent!"

"Could I--" Roger the White, srumming his fingers nervously together
suddenly asked, "Could I, well, watch?" Cor looked at John incredulously
as John made a heaty laugh.

"You truly are a pervert, fair one!" John chuckled, smiling.

The Cardinal snuck out of the castle with a tall staff in tow. Peasants working
as fiefs in the field stared in fear as the sight of him walking hastily towards
the forest of death. The Cardinal smirked to himself. He would outwit Mørkt
Servio and Stefan Jotes and become the Dark One's equal. Then he would destroy
Mørkt Servio for crimes against the church. Revenge would be his! The
Cardinal arrived at the tree of time and touched it. Nothing happened. Damn!
Why had it not worked? The tree, with Mahou's magic, was returning to its normal
magic. "Take me to where the two chosen ones are!" The Cardinal blinked,
and saw a harsh desert. He also saw two unblinking eyes. The Xyanth Cat was
hungry.

"Please," begged Roger the White. "It has been so long! I just
want to watch! It's not like I want to participate, though that of course
would be fun." Roger the White turned to Cor's now bemused face and said,
"Not even for your uncle?" With that, Cor's face blanched, and John
studied the man quietly. Realizing his error, Roger covered his mouth in the
shock of his own admission. "I'm so sorry," ho somberly stated. "She
didn't want me to tell you." Cor's face showed slowly dawning realization.

"Yes, I'm your mother's brother. She was such a beautiful woman. You have
her eyes." Lowering his eyes, Roger continued. "But you certainly
have something that she didn't!" Cor crossed his bare legs at this, hiding
his genetalia from view. Feeling slightly jealous, John handed Cor his clothing
so that he could cover up.

Ignoring John's actions completely, Roger began to feel nostalgic. "Oh,
the trouble we used to cause! Mum was scared of flying things, so we used to
transform the cat into a bird," he said, laughing. "Imagine: this
big, orange, furry thing fluttering and meowing in utter confusion!" Roger
was laughing happily, recalling joyful memories of his youth. Cor was joining
in the levity. "So John," Roger continued, leaving his happy reverie,
"tell us of your parents."

"Tell us, Johnnie!!" Cor squeaked happily. However, upon seeing the
angry flashing in John's eyes, as if a flame had erupted, Cor quickly corrected
himself. "I'm sorry, sir. But please?"

John paused, and slowly answered, "My parents and I did not get along
well. My father was aloof and unattached. Not to mention, a fool. My mother
was overbearing and always full of anger. Neither took kindly to my coming out
- admitting I was milis súile." John closed his eyes and
breathed deeply before continuing. "But I was closest to my aunt, Teresa
Talbert. She was an archeologist, of sorts. She was the one that located Demonsdeath
for me. I never used it, however, until after the Dark One came and murdered
Steven. I miss him, you know." John concluded, quietly. Cor held John's
hand in comfort.

Venes was of moderate height, with strawberry blonde locks. His lips were full
and pouty, but his legs were lean. He was of average height, perhaps six inches
shorter than John. His nose was not too thick, not too long. It belonged to
his beautiful face. To call his skin of fair tone would be a dramatic understatement.
In the noon sun, it seemed to reflect the light, as it was almost creamy white,
which almost blended in with his environment.

Venes was anxiously awaiting the arrival of Roland and Mahou, and to pass the
time, he was conversing with his friend Bethany. Bethany had a stubby black
nose and clear hair that turned white in her snowy home. She had four thick
paws used to catch fish in the sea. Those who speak Friveslandese would call
her a polar bear. Venes stroked Bethany's thick fur, which elicited a happy
moan. "I may have to leave here," he said in his thick, rugged accent.
"I don't even know if I shall return."

Roland interrupted his reverie. "Oi, laddie! You know some bloke by the
name of Venes?"

Venes turned to face Roland with a half-smile. "I see him every day reflected
in the cold ocean. For I am he."